Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Early
Vocals
Terrell Robert Annunziata
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Robert Annunziata
Songwriter
Earl Evans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ShotWithAnt
Editing Engineer
Noa Da God
Mastering Engineer
Autumn Ave Recording Studio
Recording Engineer
Vince Slang
Mastering Engineer
JBac Music
Recording Engineer
Tone Jonez
Producer
Jee Juh Productions
Producer
Lyrics
Lets go get these **** man fuck
Hustle in drought with my ****
Rep the same thing with my ****
Popping champagne with my ****
Rocking them chains with my ****
The streets where we made at
Ran up in the trap with my ****
Busting down cash with my ****
Rock the same flag with my ****
Running them jobs with my ****
The streets where we made at
Ride with my **** do a big bid like c-gutta you know i'm only
Siding with my **** give a side to my
**** and If it comes to war I draw the four uno mutha fucka get the picture yeah the
Trey gone sing when i'm finger fucking the trigger you get it how you want it make yo
Ass reconsider silencers is on the cannon hit yo lobe with a whisper
CP3 with a clip bullets pass you and deliver quicker than little caesar this is a
James Bond how the fuck could you come between us you
Notice in the summer it gets warmer than a fever so the
Eagle is eager in the desert its unpleasant pumping
Trevor Ariza's rockets you couldn't stop it i'm born from the gutta with god in the pocket
Phillip Hoffman couldn't stop it my **** want the plug I will
Distribute the socket I remain in the pocket and
Keep the yolk solid never scramble like Rodgers
And if I switch up bet I leave the light on so my **** could
See deposits do numbers like social security till the spokes
Leave the wheel pass the wills till my **** see the Smith in me
Hustle in drought with my ****
Rep the same thing with my ****
Popping champagne with my ****
Rocking them chains with my ****
The streets where we made at
Ran up in the trap with my ****
Busting down cash with my ****
Rep the same flag with my ****
Running them jobs with my ****
This is for my **** in the projects hand on the trigger for the nonsense bad
Bitches living with no conscience they just trying to make it out the ghetto
Trying to dig a hole but they ain't got no fucking shovel no shovel
Ya life Is a movie a hundred in ya face every time that you see me
When i'm in the club you know them speakers gone play me they gone play me
Aye cause I got it locked in your city ocean drop drop
Top coupe the committee vvs stones got your block on litty
When i'm in the club you know I got them goons with me I
Ain't trying to play you but you not fucking with me
Stay up out my lane y'all don't really want no war aye
Aight let me finish it up
You know loyalty makes the chains every inch of the link
But most importantly the consistency in our ink
Encrypted tattoos we carry upon our sleeve the code of the
Streets that **** never deceive shall we never break these
Chains this is FleetWood Mac the ghetto version
Its impossible to see through that but if its Stockton I assist
Till all my **** get a score till we have no ceilings till we have no flours
Hustle in drought with my ****
Rep the same thing with my ****
Popping champagne with my ****
Rocking them chains with my ****
The streets where we made at
Ran up in the trap with my ****
Busting down cash with my ****
Rep the same flag with my ****
Running them jobs with my ****
Hustle in drought with my ****
Rep the same thing with my ****
Popping champagne with my ****
Rocking them chains with my ****
The streets where we made at
Ran up in the trap with my ****
Busting down cash with my ****
Rep the same flag with my ****
Running them jobs with my ****
The streets where we made at
Written by: Earl Evans, Terrell Robert Annunziata
